Writing this post has challenged me immensely. The original draft was full of backstory so that you could really feel my suffering. My intent was for you to feel inspired by how I was able to forgive, despite what I went through. It was one of those If-I-can-do-it-you-can-do-it things. That ...
Just an urban mystic's soapbox
![I remember when I felt called to give up nearly everything I owned and leave the only life I knew to stand up against injustice. This picture was taken at Coldwater Spring in late 1999 while I was living in a tent in Minneapolis at what had become known as The [Minnehaha] Free State. We shared a peace pipe shortly before the picture was snapped, and a huge bald eagle graced us with its presence. I’m not sure why I’m sharing this “picture of a picture”, but it spoke to me. The second picture is of the four sacred oak trees that were planted after 39 Dakota were hung more than 150 years ago. My heart is heavy thinking about the continued atrocities perpetrated by the US government against Indigenous peoples.](https://kristiamdahl.com/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png)